Summerchild that sits by the water
Weaving sunlight threads in his hands.
The golden river that day a shelter
A stream where he could make pebbles dance.
You looked around you
Nobody had taken
Any notice of what you saw
Against the evening sky a formation
A million black birds looking like one.
Live long, save ten years to remember
Live long, hold it in front of your eyes once more
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